"You prey on the weak, the defenseless, the innocent, the ones who are easily broken.
"Femmes and mechs alike, Autobot and Decepticon, for you, the Seducer, those titles do not exist.
"You capture them, enlist them, invite them to your chambers for a drink and make them fall for you. Finding the information you need through endless flattery, you use them, and then dispose of them immediately.
"It means death to them, but you do not care for such words.
"For you, it is merely all in a day's work.
"And you make them victims."
Megatron smiled, one of his fangs peeking out from his upper jaw, looking very much like death in his lair, one hand resting a sword on the ground, the point stabbing itself into the metal that made the floor, deeper and deeper the hole, the other resting on his chin, making him lean on the arm.
"Why should I care?" He asked as if nobody was there. "I never did. And besides, what is the point of telling me something I already know?"
Two feminine clawed hands slithered onto Megatron's shoulder, and then slid down on his chest to end up being intertwined just below his Decepticon symbol. Slipstream smiled a wicked smile that should have never been formed, and kissed Megatron's check.
"Because I just wanted to tell you, you have a willing victim."